Rép. : Issues around issues
- Indeed Jan, how the disgust is present
In our hearts, for ever the Dominion
Of Scraps to us is presented Redundant
Under all kinds of Luciferic Sentient Masks!
You said it, it is Dr. Death and his parade
Praise to folly and the Prozac;
Yes you said it also; --> Mr. Vain!
For it is a Waste land - humanoid ads
Self promotion and Blasphemy; Darwinian
Empire of Monkeys where everything
Is "Vainty", where everything is Vanity!
For having not Grown; forever Flat;
On the Ground Gray of Materialism
Is the Blood Spilled and Spoiled; O Ahrimanism!
As Real and as Qualitative as a Newspaper
Is, indeed Real is the Falling instead
Of out of the Good News Transubstantiating!
Ground, Grind, Ground Zero;
For the amalgamated king rules 'Zealot'
Enforce 'Roman' the Babylonian Harlot!
Crooked before the Lord they go
And they shall heal not; rather the choice
Of Illusions high and low in the brain the
Chemicals and the pills of all sorts;
Drunken, Barabbas and Epimethean;
No word can help to save them - for closed
Has been the gate of their heart; Mammon
The god of ashes is welcomed more than
Christ; so they pay the price!
No Solution will come on either side
As long as they Worship Paper, Idols and
The Dead Letter of the Obvious Real Sense
World Maya-Matrix Nervous System Mineral!
Thanks for your Courageous Page of Realism
Jan. If more would think like you do, it would
Indeed be a Better World for all of us -
Rather than a Dark Cave where the bipeds
Mechanical - the Light, Life, and Truth they
Comprehend not; for Dead - marching Eyes Wide Shut!
And the Choice is ours;
While the Axe
Continues It's Labour...
Tic tac, tic tac, tic tac, tic tac.....
----Message original -----
De : Jan<starbirdgarden@...>
We have issues! Issues are issuing forth from every situation, every event,
every 'piece' of 'art' and above all, every politician. We all have issues!
Issues flow 'around' surround things, people, relationships, places - all
have issues, tissues, obscuring mist; what is missed - what are issues,
Tony Blair had issues 'around' various subjects today at Prime Minister's
Questionable Question Time. He was vague. There are Issues he said, and
they are, well, issues. He will explore them.
Yesterday I heard a curator at the Tate Gallery speaking of the 'issues'
around the 'pieces' at the Turner Prize exhibition. Whatever emanates or
issues from that must be fairly rank to say the least. But important. Very
important, and I welcome whatever is clearly symptomatic. We can hold it up
to the light.
To use the current journalese, let's explore the issues.
The Curator, in the give away deadened voice that issues from
Ahrimanised maggoted brain thinking, she went from 'piece' to 'piece'. All
such 'art' is a 'piece' never a whole or even a part of a whole, only an
isolated shrapnel fragment of an exploding sub-culture, atom-ic fallout from
a disintegrating encrusted world view.
The Chapman Brothers 'piece' consists of two apparently plastic blow up
sex dolls, actually cast in bronze, engaged in oral sex. It explores, we are
told, issues around sex. In reality, it is a symptom, and a true one. What
you see here is what you get if you go all the way with Ahriman.
The blow up blow-job dollies, having been inflated by Lucifer, to float in
in the Asura blue, are really dead weighted by Ahriman, doomed to pre or
post orgasmic spasm immobility, the death in sex moment frozen, camouflaged,
painted and preserved. Revealing more than is perhaps intended. Who is
'giving head' and who is taking head here? Who is in the head? The orgasm,
medically defined as 'something akin to electric shock' has been reaped. Who
else is looking in on this exhibition?
Let us be grateful to these tired middle aged exhibitionist exhibitors,
because they tell it like it is. One piece of video art consists of two
screens, one of which shows a man endlessly running towards you, the other
shows him endlessly running away. In neither case does he arrive at
anything or anywhere..... Pursued by the invisible..... Need I point to the
Another exhibitor, a transvestite, displays vases with issues around
pedophilia and child death.
I have had 'issues' around death and apples recently. So does another
exhibitor, who has hung red apples on a bronze tree, which are to be allowed
to rot, explains the curator with the morbid excitement which passes for
animation in the bleak voice, thereby EXPLORING ISSUES around decay and
death. What issues? Hopefully a cloud of fruit flies will arrive. Apples are
built around a rosy-star; they have seeds....
The same exhibitor squashes hundreds of flowers behind a glass screen.
The really amazing thing, we are told, is that they will DIE during the
exhibition, thereby exploring issues around - you got it - DEATH!
Welcome to the Tate Art Compost Heap, where the rich humus of apple,
flower and maggot will give rise to LIFE. If we choose it.
I am reminded of my friend Daphne, who when working as a receptionist
at the Goethe Institute in London, came in one morning to find what she took
to be the remains of a private view party, a lot of semi empty wine bottles.
She quickly binned them, only to discover that she had dismantled and
destroyed an 'installation'......she explained, thinking on her feet, that
she was involved in 'happening' art....
Last year I heard of an exhibition in which nothing at all was
exhibited. The gallery was empty. Nothing was on display......what you see
is what you get. And people did come to see - nothing.
Lucifer and Ahriman recently appeared to do battle over the head 'Self'
by Marc Quinn sculpted in frozen human blood when it reportedly melted and
flooded the floor of cookery queen Nigella Lawson's flat when builders
unplugged the fridge. Selfhood spilled.....
And here is another another apple issue - artists plan to insert human
'junk' DNA into apple trees.
Such is the Turner Prize travesty. Wonderful Turner! There he stands,
true artist, light lord, elevator of soul. Thankfully he is still exhibited
in the Clore Gallery at the Tate. The Tate Gallery was originally founded
upon the donated art collection of Sir Henry Tate, sugar baron. Tate and
Lyle's motto was 'Out of the strong comes forth sweetness.' Samson's riddle
from the book of Judges. The bees built their nest in the decaying body of
Sweetness of soul as well as strength of spirit can arise from beholding
Turner's paintings. May we, as anthroposophists, bring sweetness from the
death and decay exhibited everywhere by Ahriman. Let us not shrink from
exploring, truly, deeply exploring, these issues. Because in going through
death we come to the Resurrection.
The chief motivation and matrix of the Turner Prize is money. Not the
£20,000 prize, but the collecting and selling of 'art' validated by such as
Charles Saatchi. If we follow the money, the coined gold thread through the
labyrinth of the materialised brain, we inevitably come to Ahriman.
Because he cannot hide. His cover was blown by the Mighty New-Clear Fusion
of the Incarnation, he was shadowcast by the Light in the Etheric, having
only the icy caverns of darkened human brains to lie low in. And lie he
does. There we find him, funeral directing, undertaking art, freezing,
curdling human blood, embalming spliced animals, junking human DNA. He is
visible now. By his works shall you know him.
So here he is, folks, Dr Death, and he has issues, emanations, ectoplasmic
phantoms of reality, skeletal images of art, 'pieces', fragments, goblin
thoughts trapped in bronze, embalmed in formaldehyde, caught on film,
snapped in photograph, dancing the Danse Macrbre.
Therefore choose life.
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